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Yeah, yeah.
Its a no I.D. legendary production.

Twista..
I'm a giant, into astrological
phenomenal violence,
I'm such a tyrant.
Verbal telekinesis is fellas to pieces,
hell of a thesis, but holy like you tell its from Jesus.
As good as Pelican is,
the force of a sorcerer, never put fork in a pork,
I'm the orchestra.
Forfit formula,
im formin a thesaurus of versus,
or its a or more when i smoke a forrest.
powers like Morphius, Orcious like the orical,
portable mp3 let you play whats recordable.
Ledgendary like Trackster, not scared to a rapper,
I'm up for the beef, you a vegetarian actor.
Identification is gone have to go by me cause long as i got no I.D.
dont got no I.V.
Intravenously pedeialite I'ma give um,
said it was hot so check the media hype.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat no escape yall]
the heat [no back, im here forever]

i recolect the era terra and recommendations
of the mic, respect a mack with no hesitation.
Meditation or not, I'm my praises to Allah,
thoughts of takin shit an throwin rocks at the Cahaba.
These is bout the dolla,
all of um into ballin, this scannin the cannon
you ask if its all appallin.
All the is saggin an swaggin an sellin drugs,
an the thug in pants an what happen to yes yall,
an, sometimes I help the violence when i kick random rhymes,
make you shut the fuck up like or pantomimes,
write a for you as if you a fan of mine,
cause i got you trippin off the way my rhyme.
on my dictation is evident I'm benevolent,
cause the flow is elegant, like an elephant.
shoulda told um that i flow like petroleum,
an i cold at the podium sense break dancin on linoleum.

Most waiting, no theres no escaping,
the heat. [aint no escape
The heat.
The heat. [Tracksta, no I.D.]
The heat. [mr immortality, im forever]

Coolin with the hustlers rum fish,
is crisp,
cant stand niggas an fake bitches.
Dont make me my stomach,
them killas will come the bathroom an tie up yer hunny.
I'm all about my coins but fly Donald a rat,
wit fly chicken tender loins.
You know it, you blow it, you know go,
you cant live here, word to the mamas a no.
Surrounded by an consularies,
get glarey, a refridgerator might fall.
Dont worry you a good nigga, stay in zone,
you to a rich, real rap nigga,
on his throne. yeah.
Kiss yer forehead lead,
i got Chicago nigga that do it quick fast for some bread.
An my lawyer, an prince,
slid to America 3 bags of dope in black bags.

Most people waiting, no no escaping,
the heat.
The heat.
The heat.
The heat.